Transmigrated as the Villainess, Troubled by the Cuteness!-Chapter 70 - 66: There’s Something Off About You

Pan Jiaojiao never thought a plain and ordinary remark could affect her mood to such an extent.

The feeling was as if something was blocking her heart, suffocating her, yet she was powerless against it.

She didn’t understand why it was like this, thought about it, and attributed the cause to Song Yan, "Your Highness should not be deceived by this woman."

Zhao Ying’er chimed in from the side, "That’s right, Your Highness, don’t be fooled by Song Yan’s serious appearance; behind the scenes, she has bewitched all the students of Yiyun Hall~"

"So capable?!"

Shen Jingxian suddenly sensed the odd atmosphere around her; apparently, she had voiced her inner thoughts.

Shen Jingxian quickly changed the subject, "Don’t be fooled, Jiaojiao, you’re easily deceived. Remember when you bullied Sister Song Yan and argued with me? Wasn’t it Minister’s family Liu Hui who tricked you back then?"

Pan Jiaojiao didn’t expect Shen Jingxian to remember things from so long ago, but upon reflection, Shen Jingxian’s memory was still stuck at age 8, making those memories recent for her.

But why does the Princess remember her affairs? Were the words she said at the birthday banquet six years ago not false?

Does she really not dislike her?

"Though I know it wasn’t your intention, Jiaojiao, once words are spoken, they can’t be taken back. Even if you were manipulated into doing wrong, saying harsh words, those you hurt will truly feel sad."

"I roughly understand what you’re talking about. I believe Sister Song Yan isn’t that kind of person. There must be some misunderstanding. Before I figure out the truth, can you promise not to trouble Sister Song Yan any more?"

As if driven by some unknown force, Pan Jiaojiao agreed.

She couldn’t comprehend how an 8-year-old child led her so easily; by the time she reacted, Song Yan had already led the Little Princess away.

Pan Jiaojiao was furious, lashed out at the people beside her, "Were you all mute just now? Usually, you scold so fiercely, but when facing someone, you can’t even squeeze out a word. What use are you?"

Her followers responded timidly, not daring to speak, but Zhao Ying’er came forward, "Commandery Princess, your relationship with the Princess seems quite good."

Pan Jiaojiao was inexplicably pacified, not knowing why, but feeling much more comfortable inside, she restrained her temper and snorted proudly, "Yes."

She wasn’t quite sure, but the Princess had said she didn’t dislike her.

Not disliking meant liking.

"The Princess is really beautiful; I turned red when I saw her just now~" Zhao Ying’er, with her seven-second goldfish memory, succeeded in forgetting she initially slandered the Princess, saying bumpkins don’t deserve to look so good.

In her view, bumpkins can’t look this good, but the Princess can! The Princess must!

Thinking it over, Zhao Ying’er said again, "But I also noticed the Princess seems quite attached to Song Yan. Commandery Princess, do you think the Princess prefers you or Song Yan?"

Pan Jiaojiao: ...

For some reason, just when she felt a bit relieved, her heart was blocked again.

Nobody knew what happened that day, but since a certain day, Zhao Ying’er was no longer appreciated by Pan Jiaojiao.

Yet it didn’t affect Zhao Ying’er much, given her father was Zhao Aotian.

Shen Jingxian adorably followed Song Yan, perfectly calm under the scrutinizing eyes on her.

Song Yan initially thought the Princess might be scared, but now she realized she misunderstood; the Princess was still the Princess, even with the mind of an 8-year-old, she lived more transparently than most.

"Your Highness, do you truly trust Song Yan?" Song Yan vaguely asked, certain the Princess could understand.

The Little Princess was drawn to a peach blossom tree within the Imperial College.

In early spring, the peach blossoms "bloom before the leaves," flaunting atop the branches.

They were profusely radiant and enchanting, complemented by the verdant sway of willows, creating a stunning spring scene of peach pink and willow green.

A gust of wind blew by, rustling the peach trees, and as petals fell, Song Yan, watching Shen Jingxian bathed in peach blossoms, entertained a ludicrous thought, but Shen Jingxian’s words grounded her back to reality.

"Mother thinks I don’t understand, but I do. I slept for too long, long enough for everyone to change, and for me to change. Initially, I was very afraid, afraid that even if I returned to the Imperial College, everything around me would differ from what I once remembered..."

"Your Highness..." Song Yan seemed ready to say something but was halted by Shen Jingxian.

"Sister Song Yan, let me finish."

"Seeing you at the Imperial College gate, though I didn’t immediately recognize you, I could feel your heart. Your heart hasn’t changed from my memory, still the Song Yan I liked, so I’ll follow my heart and choose to trust you."

At this moment, a peach petal gently fell into Shen Jingxian’s palm. She studied it curiously for a moment, then grasped Song Yan’s hand, opened it, and placed the petal in her palm.

"Sister Song Yan, stop asking me such questions, or I’ll get angry."

Song Yan paused, momentarily at a loss for words, and simply responded, "Alright."

"Those slanderous remarks you must address properly, can’t always wait for me to help, really... how are you less ambitious than the concubines in Father’s harem?"

Song Yan was successfully amused by Shen Jingxian’s peculiar comparison; the two merrily advanced to Yiyun Hall, unsurprisingly, causing a commotion.

The Empress had sent word, everyone knew the Little Princess would be visiting today.

Coincidentally, this batch of people in Yiyun Hall mostly consisted of those who studied alongside Shen Jingxian back then; thus, Shen Jingxian viewed them cordially, and they felt close to the Little Princess.

"Your Highness is weary from attending school personally, come sit, your seat is prepared to perfection!"

Shen Jingxian approached her rumored seat and was astounded.

Good heavens, it was decorated in a way that made it seem almost opulent.

Though aware that describing a seat as opulent wasn’t quite apt, the term fit perfectly!

In the anticipating eyes of the crowd, Shen Jingxian slowly moved towards this ’king’s seat’, and as she sat, all of Yiyun Hall cheered aloud.

"Ahhh, the Princess sat in the seat I personally arranged, I can die without regrets!!!"

"Get lost! You dare boast after carving a shapeless mess?"

"The gold on Her Highness’s desk is from my house; I’ve made it! I’ve let the Princess use my family’s gold!!"

"The Princess is so beautiful, the Princess is so beautiful, the Princess is so beautiful, the Princess is so beautiful."

Shen Jingxian observed the frenzied crowd, somewhat doubting if she hadn’t entered a zoo?

Were these hysterical monkeys truly the future pillars of Yunyi Country???